Getting Attention

[Nox]

Nox could see the war raging inside of Raffe. He could almost feel it. This was so against Raffe's nature. But he could do any number of great things with it too. "Just once knowingly." He said moving closer to Raffe and grabbed a handful of his shirt and pulled Raffe close. Leaning his forehead against the other man's and closing his eyes. "Just once, and you won't have to touch it again if you don't want to. But I promise it's not as bad as it sounds. I know men who can heal grave injuries with the power. It's not just a weapon." He pulled away and looked Raffe in the eye. "That's all on me."

Nox didn't know how else to help Raffe get past the hurdle. He had to do this or he'd get sick, and then the next time it happened he'd get sick sooner, and worse, and it would get worse until he died. Nox frowned and pressed his head against Raffe's again. "Just breathe with me." Nox dropped the power, let himself feel this for the first time with Raffe. He closed his eyes, his handful of shirt lessend it's grip but he kept Raffe close. "Just breathe with me." Nox took a page out of his yoga book, breath was everything in meditation. Raffe needed to find his calm, and he was no where near it right now. Nox didn't blame him. He just found out he had a life sentence, and that if he didn't control it he wouldn't survive it. The whole thing was rough.